Just as I’m having the time of my life, a familiar male voice then drawls, “Having fun in there, darling?” The door to my cubicle then swings open and I shriek. Loudly.
Standing in front of me, there is Adrien, with a massive smirk on his face. Shoving my skirt down with a vicious tug, I give him a look that could disintegrate lesser mortals on contact.
“This is the ladies, Adrien. It says so very clearly on the door. Your facilities are down the hall. Please get out. You cannot be in here.” Humiliation crawls up my face, but I pretend not to notice. I don’t think I’ve been this embarrassed since I came out of the hotel toilets with my skirt tucked into my panties at the office Christmas bash. At least I had alcohol to lessen the blow back then.
Adrien is not at all perturbed by my telling off, though.
“You are not allowed to come unless I say so, poppet. That’s rule number one,” he says. “If I catch you masturbating without my say so, that video goes viral instantly. What’s more, I’ll take the hardback copy of War and Peace in my office and massacre your ass with it until you’re crying out for forgiveness. We clear?”
I take a step back and nearly fall into the toilet. Nice move, Sharkey. Real smooth. Straightening up. I glare at him.
“How would you know?” It’s my turn to smile. Dumortier is not a Clairvoyant. If I want to masturbate on my time, I will.
Adrien’s face has a sly look to it that says differently, though.
“Trust me. I’ve had years of experience at this game. I’ll know. Feel free to test me, though. As you have to do everything I say, it doesn’t really matter either way. If I say you’ve been a naughty girl, you pay. Simple as that.”
My breath hitches. I can’t believe the nerve of this man. He’s really is as evil as they say he is. Actually, I have a feeling he’s worse – much worse. I bet I’ve barely scratched the surface of what he’s capable of.
“You started this,” I whisper. I don’t know why I’m telling him this. He knows exactly what he’s done to me. He’s done it to hundreds of women before me, and if he gets his way, he’ll do it to hundreds of women after.
Adie places his hands on his hips, and he raises his eyebrows in challenge. “If you want your orgasm, you can get down on your knees and beg for it, poppet.”
My lips open on a shocked gasp. I can’t believe he just said that.
“Fuck you,” I spit, outraged.
“Atta girl, that’s the spirit,” he says, moving smartly out of my way as I barge past him. I can still hear him laughing down the hall as the door to my office finally swings closed behind me. You can hear the bang across half of London.
I debate cancelling my twelve o’clock meeting with Adrien over and over again during the course of the morning. I feel like my world is spinning out of control, and it’s going so damn fast it’s making me nauseous.
For some reason, I don’t. For one, I actually need to see him, and for two, I’m hoping that he might take pity on me and relieve the fucking party that’s going on underneath my skirt. Damn it. I can’t believe I actually just thought that. I am losing it.
The mug of chamomile tea on my desk has done little to calm the disco-like pulse that is pounding in my veins, and when added to the fact that I probably slept for all of three hours last night, most people I know wouldn’t come within two miles of me. Adrien is not most people, though. When the going gets tough, Adrien seems to enjoy himself even more than usual.
The knock comes ten minutes after it should, and I try to curb the anger that fizzes through me. That phone will be in my possession before the end of the day. I only have to dance to his tune for a couple more hours, and then I can relax. By the time I get home this evening, I will wonder what all this silliness has been about.
To improve my mood, I keep Adrien waiting outside for a good minute at least before I call him inside.
“You may enter,” I call, in what I hope is an extremely intimidating tone.
To get his own back, Adrien waits almost another damn minute before he enters, giving me cause to wonder whether he’s still outside. When the doorhandle finally begins to turn, I’m already out of my seat, and about to hunt him down. Almost tripping over myself in my hurry to sit back down again, he saunters over to my desk and flops down in the chair opposite me. His eyes catch mine and they hold me, pinning me to my chair as his gaze lingers all over me. When he leans towards me, hot heat suddenly floods through me, his proximity near boiling my blood. I move back instinctively, but not before he’s taken hold of a lock of my hair. Tugging it sharply, he brings my face close to his and all I can do is stare at his lips. I am lost. I am so fucking lost I am never going to find myself.
“If you ever keep me waiting like that again,” he says, purring into my ear like a Siamese cat, “I’ll tan your hide.” His eyes are dangerous and the light that sparkles in them twinkles with its own kind of evil.
“What does that even mean?” I ask. Yes, I know what it means, but I’m playing the game. We’re both enjoying ourselves too much not to.
“It means you won’t sit down for a week,” he then says, before releasing my hair abruptly. When he’s settled back down in his seat, he crosses his arms over one another and leans forward. I automatically lean back as if stung. The chemistry between us is off the charts. It’s like an electric current, and I’m frightened that if I touch it, I’ll go up in smoke.
“So spank me already, tough guy.” I’m not worried about the spanking. I’ve had worse. It was a long time ago, though, and I’m not sure I can go back there without visiting memory lane. I don’t want to go strolling down there. It hurt too much the first time around.
“Don’t tempt me.” He then flexes his fingers as if considering the prospect, and all the air in my body disappears. Is he going to demand I bend over the table right here and now? If he does, will I do it? Hell, yeah. Hello. Earth to Elizabeth. There’s no answer. I swear all my brain cells have gone south for the winter.
“So why am I here?” Adie breaks the silence that has surrounded us, and I blink. What? Where? Oh yes. That. Disappointment streams through me like acid. I was expecting to get spanked and now we’re back to business. What is wrong with me?
“What do you think about the Leader assignment?” It’s my turn to fold my arms over my chest, but I do it in a protective manner. It feels like this man is invading my space and I want it back.
“I think it’s certain death, with a touch of fucking crazy. It sounds right up my street,” Adie murmurs. He’s looking at me too intently. My cheeks are so hot you could fry eggs on them.
“So you’ll do it?” I look at him expectantly. I want him to say ‘no.’ I want him to refuse to do something this stupid. I don’t want to lose him the second after I’ve just found him – even if he is the biggest asshole around, and I should know.
“Are you telling me or asking me?” Adie looks at me curiously and leans closer. My internal temperature gauge goes up another notch. Think deep-fat fryer.
“I’m asking you.” My voice is softer now. The hard edge it carried a moment ago has fled and in its place is concern. This man is a manipulative little fucker, but I see some of myself in him. I respect that.
“Touching.” Adie fights to hold a grin back. “I’ve never backed away from an assignment yet, and this one will be no different. If I come back in a body bag, at least you won’t have to worry about your month of servitude or those dirty vids going viral.” He waggles his eyebrows at me mischievously.
Well, there is that. I don’t think he quite understands the consequences of this little visit, though. I guess it’s my duty to spell it out to him.
“If she catches you, she’ll kill you. Leader doesn’t leave loose ends. You won’t have help. There’s no way you’ll get two agents up there without drawing attention to yourself. No one has come out alive when they’ve tangled with her before.” I still don’t know why he isn’t already dead if I’m honest. She gave him a nerve toxin and then must hav
e administered the antidote seconds later. Why?
“So, it’s a win/win for you. There’s a good chance you’ll never have to lay eyes on me again. Just remember to say something nice at my funeral.” That’s not even funny.
“Is there anything you need?” If he’s determined to see this through, I’ll give him anything he wants. I fail to see what could possibly help him get through this, but I’m open to suggestions.
“You. Naked. Preferably on your knees and begging to suck my cock.”
And there we have it. The asshole is back. Maybe I shouldn’t feel so guilty about sending him off to his death.
“Dream on, sunshine.” I smile tightly.
“I was hoping you’d say that,” Adrien murmurs, his eyes alight with mirth. He stands up then and walks around to my side of the desk. If I was feeling uncomfortable before, that ratchets up tenfold by the time he spins my chair around, so that his cock is almost level with my mouth. There is no more than a centimeter between my face and his groin, and I have to choke back my moan of arousal at the long, thick length that is pressed up tight against his suit pants. Fuck you, Adrien. Fuck you. Mind you, while I’m here, I wonder if he has his phone on him? This could work in my favor, if I’m clever.
“Wow, darling. Is that a mini Mars Bar in your pocket or are you just really pleased to see me?” My fingertip reaches out to trace a path down the line of rock-hard maleness that is being thrusted towards me. Adrien immediately slaps it away.
“It’s your Mars Bar,” he says as his hands come down to undo his fly, “and you’re about to eat it. If it’s so ‘mini’ then I’ll remember to feed you frequently, poppet.” Those words have me instantly soaking wet, even though they shouldn’t. There is nothing ‘mini’ about this man’s cock and he knows it.
“Are you going to leave me hanging after this?” I ask. I already know the answer to that question. I just want it confirmed.
“Are you going to get on your knees and beg?” Adie looks down at me and buries his hands in my hair. He then tilts my head up to meet his and asks, “Well?”
Shaking my head, which hurts with his fingers buried knuckle deep in my roots, I say, “I’d rather be boiled in oil, run over by a sixteen-wheeler, and eaten by wolves.” Bringing my hands up to caress his thighs, I let them quickly fly upwards towards his pocket to see whether he has his phone on him. He immediately slaps my hands down again, but not before I’ve discovered the edge of something hard in his pocket. Game on.
“That can be arranged, you know. I still have connections. You just have to say the word.” He tugs my head forward until my lips are pressed up against his cock, which is still tightly nestled in his boxers. My body is already liquid, and my sex is crying with the need for him to be inside me, but that’s too bad because I am not giving in. Besides, I can’t get close to Adrien. He’ll be dead inside of two days. I will watch this man get buried and I will pretend that I am not affected by this and go on as normal. The lines that were once so sharp in my youth have long since cracked and blurred. I no longer know which side I’m on, and I’m not even sure I care.
“You want me to suck your cock, you’d better ask. You’re not getting any freebies. I’m not one of your fan girls.” My fingers are itching to stray back to that pocket and steal his phone. It’s not time yet, though. I need him in the throes of passion before I make my move. These things have to be timed perfectly.
My heartbeat starts hammering as I wonder whether I’m up for this challenge. When was the last time I lifted something? Jesus. Nerves are not about to get the better of me. This should be child’s play.
“You will be, by the time I’ve finished with you,” he purrs. “You’ll fall in love with me inside of a week. When I get bored of you in two weeks’ time and shove you out on your ass, you’ll be begging me to take pity on you and take you back. Your little fists will be hammering on my door, and you’ll do everything in your power to try and make me love you. They all do. Don’t make that mistake, Elizabeth. There is nothing in here for you.” Adie slaps the middle of his chest for effect. “I’m in love with another woman and I’m just wasting time until I can get her back. As pretty as you are, you mean nothing to me, and you will always mean nothing to me.” His eyes are dead as they stare into mine. He means every word he says. I should be furious he’s messing around with me, but for some reason I’m not. This is worrying.
“You’ll be dead inside of two days,” I whisper. “You are about as meaningful to me as the sweat on my ass. Now either ask for a blowjob or get the fuck out of my office and do some work, Dumortier.” The lies slip easily from my tongue. I’m almost proud of how cold I sound, though I won’t be if he stalks out of the room.
When he pulls away from me, I want to scream at him to come back, but I don’t. I know I’m way too far gone, but I don’t want him to know it. My pride won’t allow it.
“It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been dead,” he says, with a wry tilt of his lips. Adrien then pulls his cock out of his boxers and mashes it up against my lips.
“Fucking suck like your life depends on it, poppet. If you make sloppy work of it, I’m pulling your hair really hard.”
I do exactly as I’m told, and though I give him no reason to pull my hair, he does anyway and I fucking love it. Just before the bastard orgasms, I lift his phone from his pocket and slip it quietly into one of my desk drawers for safe keeping. I still have it. The skills are still there.
When we’re finished, the asshole zips himself up and strolls out of my office as if he owns the place. He’s left me hanging yet again, and he doesn’t give a shit.
As much as I want to kill him, I’m quite happy to leave the job to someone else. My hands have enough blood on them as it is.
Adie
Whoever said men couldn’t multi-task had never met a deranged assassin with a taste for revenge. If that wasn’t enough of a reason to send me into overdrive researching all I can about Ione Warrington and Melinda Leader, a raging hard-on that flits between my boss, Sandra, and Leader does the rest. Jesus Christ. What is wrong with me today? My mind is all over the damn place. I need to focus. If I’m to stand any chance of success with Leader, I need to be on top of my game, and for that to happen, I need Ione safely ensconced between four walls and secured to the rafters by some fairly decent steel restraints. After that, I’ll feel a whole lot happier about the world in general – at least – I think I will.
Leader is an enigma. The file I have on her is short, to the point, and utterly useless. It doesn’t tell me what her weaknesses are. It doesn’t tell me what kind of man she goes for, or if she even finds men attractive. It doesn’t tell me what she likes to do at the weekend, or where I can find her when she’s not hard at work trying to kill someone. In short, it tells me diddly squat.
On the file in front of me, I have her name, age, place of birth and nationality. All of that information is useless. Leader is an alias. While they’ve created a dossier for her, I can tell just by looking that her high school photos have been forged and that she’s never worked a day in her life for any of the jobs listed here. Some computer techie has made all this shit up so that idiots like me can waste hours of their lives reading it. Mind you, my file probably doesn’t look much different. Most of my life was spent underground. The little that went on above ground couldn’t be photographed, and if it was, it would get you arrested. The only reason I’m not in jail is because I’m working my ass off for the government. When I get tired of this, I’ll need to disappear, or I’ll wind up at the bottom of a river somewhere.
I already know breaking into her apartment is going to be next to impossible. It won’t be her house, for starters. She wouldn’t give away that kind of information, so we’re already being duped. For me, this feels like a setup, and I’m pretty sure that’s exactly how it will pan out. It will be some kind of safe house that is wired up to the max, and as soon as I set foot within its walls, I’ll probably end up leaking blood from every orifice I o
wn. Elizabeth said as much, earlier. She’s not stupid. Mind you, if she didn’t want me dead before, she will now, so perhaps this will work in her favor. I have to say, I’m going to be royally pissed if I end up dead before I’ve tortured Ione to within an inch of her life and fucked Lois inside out and backwards. Still, I can add that to all the other regrets I have about my life, and there are many. These days, I don’t even know where to start.
Taking a closer look at the photographs I’m presented with, I try to glean as many details as I can. The place looks innocuous enough. It’s a swanky penthouse apartment in the center of London. Getting past the concierge desk will be annoying, but not difficult. Procuring the special key I’ll need to get up to the top floor will present a little bit more of a challenge, but again, nothing I’m not capable of. It’s once I’m inside that the fun begins. This place will be rigged with all sorts of fun and games. If I’m to stand any chance of success, I’ll need a flipping miracle, and they seem to be hard to come by these days. Still, I’ve got a day or two to mull this one over. I should probably concentrate on Ione for now.
Getting in my rental, I tear out of the office and head towards The Royal London Hospital. While I do my utmost to break the speedometer, I can’t seem to get the tossing thing above eighty. My fist slams itself down on the steering wheel in temper. The police had better find my car soon, and woe betide Leader if she’s hurt my baby. If she has, the next time I see her, I am going to pull her apart piece by piece – if I can get close to her, that is.
Pulling into the carpark nearest to the hospital, I find a space and go over the details I’ve found out this morning one more time. Ione Warrington, Pediatrician, fifth floor. The photo I have of her is old, but in it she’s got long blonde hair plaited behind her back and pale, alabaster skin. The kind that doesn’t tan. I can’t tell what color her eyes are from the photo, but I’m betting they’re blue or green. In the picture, she’s smiling, and she looks animated. When I get up close to her, I can’t help but wonder if she’ll look a little bit like James.
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